Pisscilla's Girlfriend - Sex Stories

Pisscilla's Girlfriend

... gasped in return and threw back my head when her pubes pressed perfectly against my clit and sparkles exploded between my thighs. Talking became the farthest thing on my mind. Her hips rolled and gyrated, and every forward motion brushed over my clit and notched up the heat in my pussy. I lost all sense of time while our pussies danced together in a rough, wet dance of love to the music of our combined moans. The pleasure inside my loins grew smoldering, then turned into a blazing fire. “Oh fuck, I’m going to…” Cilla froze and lifted herself up a few inches. “Do you know what Bobby calls me?” “Please!” I whimpered, trying to hump my needy pussy against hers and failing. “Don’t stop! What does she call you?” She resumed the tribbing, and after only a few seconds, the fire inside my pussy exploded into that delicious, delirious, all-consuming ball of orgasmic pleasure, surging all through my body. “Yeeeesssss!” I cried out and arched my back, and the fire turned into a wonderful warmth. My pussy felt like a river was running out of it - even over it - and rode on the wave of my intense orgasm, shuddering with every brilliant aftershock when her pussy rubbed over mine. Cilla stopped moving, and slowly, the shocks ebbed - but the warm, wet feeling didn’t. I leaned up and looked where our bodies touched, and my breathing stopped. A soft, hissing sound filled my ears, and the front of her pink shorts was dark and wet. Liquid dripped through the fabric and onto my crotch, where ...

... an even dark spot had formed. My eyes widened. “You’re…!” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Bobby calls me ‘Pisscilla’,” she told me and started rubbing our now pee-soaked crotches together as fast as she could. I was frozen, torn inside. This was so… surreal, but the feeling of her body rubbing against mine, the rhythmic squelching sounds and her increasing gasps left no doubt that this was, in fact reality. I watched her eyes close and pretty body arch backwards. Her lovely lips opened to form a long, deep cry of pleasure and she toppled forward, gasping and twitching in release, and she was just too cute to push her away. Somehow, my arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight, and then we were kissing, devouring each other’s mouth with sloppy, greedy lips. The warm, wet feeling between my thighs turned into a tingling sensation. “So, do you hate me now?” she asked a little hesitantly once we both had to come up for air. I let out a deep breath. “I… no. But you just peed on me! You peed on me!” “I know. I can’t help it.” She brushed some stray hairs from my cheek. “If you want to go through with being my girlfriend, I’ll do it again. Hell, I’ll pee all over you!” “You’re crazy!” “I know.” She grinned. What was I supposed to say to that? I had committed myself to this for the next two weeks, and the idea of being shunned from SLUT was not something I wanted to begin to contemplate. And - I swore silently to myself - she was still so incredibly cute. Her thigh nestled ...